Blood was leaking out of her palm as she clenched too tight. She put her head on the ground, saying, "Father, please reconsider. My sister didn't have her coming-of-ceremony yet. Please, Father."
"Okay." His words hit her like a hammer. She looked at him, not believing what he just said. Feitur smiled at her, saying, "I can give up on your sister, but I would need something of equal value."
It was her last straw of hope, and she jumped at the chance. She said, "My father had sent me all his gold. He had even sent me the family heirloom. I will hand it over to you."
"I don't need it." Feitur shook his head with a smile, repeating, "Something of similar value."
Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't want to believe the thought that had appeared in her head. But Feitur's next words just confirmed her nightmare.
"I heard my idiot son doesn't spend much time with you."
"Father?" She shouted.
"Don't scream." Feitur was all smiles. "Despite having produced a male heir, "you are still too young for my son to ignore you."
She could not think of anything to say. Feitur making a sexual advance on her was the last thing she expected. However, she should not have expected much from a man who had only female servants in his mansion.
"How about you come to my room tonight, and I will teach you some techniques so that you can serve my son better? You have been married to him for just two years. You can still get two or three more children out of him."
"Father, I am the first wife of your son. I am going to be the future baroness…" The noblewoman jumped up as she continued to glare at him. Her not-so-well-endowed breast was rising and falling rapidly. However, Feitur poured cold water on her with a single sentence.
"But I am the current Baron." Feitur wanted to smile. However, he held the waist of the woman he was mating with and pulled her closer. The smile on his face twisted with lust as his heavy body fell on the woman beneath him.
Thyra had no problem understanding that he was pouring his seed into the woman beneath him.
From her position, Thyra could see the face of the noblewoman, who was Feitur's daughter-in-law, twisted in disgust and hatred.
She continued to glare at his father-in-law, whose fat body was almost drowning the woman beneath him. The woman, too, struggled under the weight of Feitur but didn't dare make any rash movements with Feitur's dick still vomiting his seeds inside her throbbing pussy.
It took quite a few minutes before Feitur moved again. As he did, she pushed the woman beneath her aside, saying, "Leave."
The woman awkwardly walked up the stairs and bowed before turning to leave. This was the first time Thyra had seen her face clearly.
Despite her mature body, Thyra was sure she might not even have her coming-of-age ceremony, much less be twenty.
"Stop." Feitur suddenly calls the girl from behind. She turned around and stood with her head down. She didn't even dare to look at Feitur as she asked, "Yes, my lord!"
"Did you enjoy it?"
The clenched fist was enough for Thyra to understand her mind. Still, the girl said, "Yes, my lord."
"I already know that." Feitur walked out of the water with a proud smile on his face, "But you should let the young madam know about it."
"I have enjoyed it very much." The girl said.
"That's it?" Feitur walked towards her. As he walked hurriedly, his body moved sideways. Thyra was sure that if he gained about 10-15 kg more, his fat might really hide his already retreating dick.
But the girls' words were different, "Young madam, I enjoyed my lord's dick… His dick filled me… His seed…"
"Enough!" The noblewoman shouted. "Leave." The girl didn't even dare look back, and she ran away.
Yet Feitur was laughing, saying, "See! She was so happy that she was crying. I can make you happy, too. You are at that age where you should enjoy a man's love."
He stopped right in front of the noblewoman, saying, "Dali, my son is an idiot. How could he leave a beauty like you and spend nights with those cheap whores?"
No matter how concerned he wanted to sound, his following words gave his facade away. "As a father of three daughters, I can't see a beautiful girl like you suffering. I will give you the love my son didn't give you. I will make you feel like a woman again. Come to my room tonight."
Thyra could say for sure that if she had lived in such luxury and had such a beautiful woman like Dali in front of her, she wouldn't have controlled herself. After all, she unhesitantly fucked the wife of her adopted father.
However, Feitur was a few levels above her. He just compared Dali to his daughters in one sentence and tried to fuck her in the next. It even made Perverted Thyra's skin crawl.
Understandably, Dali was feeling much worse. She opened her mouth, but not a single word came out. She didn't even know what to call this man.
Although she always knew her father-in-law was always a scum of a man, she had never imagined in her worst nightmare that there would be a day when he would ask the wife of his own son to do it with him.
"If you are worried about my son, don't worry. He had already gone to the brothel. I highly doubt he will return tonight. No one will know."
Dali couldn't take it anymore and turned to leave.
"Don't forget that he isn't my only son." As she was about to push open the door, she heard him say, "Now that I think about it, his brother had recently advanced to a 7th-grade knight."
Dali's hand paused about an inch away from the door. She was sure it was true. She knew the only thing going well for her husband was that he was the eldest son. He was not even an 8th-grade knight and was too afraid to absorb an essence or be good at business.
He was only nominated as the next baron because Feitur believed the eldest should inherit the title. And if he doesn't support him…
She took a quick breath before asking, "My sister…"
Feitur had no problem understanding what she was talking about. He quickly confirmed, "I won't touch your sister. I didn't even like her. She doesn't suit my taste. You are more of my…"
"You promise? You would never touch her…"
"Never. I wouldn't have told you about it if I wanted to have her. I would have sent my knight and…" Feitur desperately tried to convince her, saying, "If I wanted, she would have already received my seed before you could know about it. The one I want is you."
His words of confirmation sent a chill down her spine. She didn't dare wait anymore. She went out of the door and left with a loud bang.
Feitur had bright slime. He was already convinced that she would come. He had been waiting for so long.
As he was drunk with his victory, Thyra was really dumbfounded. He couldn't even believe this man was the lord of a city with an army waiting outside to attack as if the thought of losing didn't even appear in his mind.
Feitur might have felt Thyra's gaze. He waved for her to come and said, "Clean me."